Chapter Fifty
Fifty
THERE’S A CLOCK ABOVE OUR HEADS.
There’s a clock.
Above our heads.
The world is frozen. Ice. There is no air. There is no time. There is nothing. The world is ending. It’s over.
Please let it be me.
I tilt my head, slightly. The clock doesn’t move. Peter is still smiling for the camera. He turns to look at me.
11:59:58.
It’s been two seconds.
The clock is his.
Peter.
It’s Peter.
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